What Is Happening To Me? ~The Dark Rescuer!

Why is this country so individualistic? I think to myself as I stare at several colors and designs of notebooks. None seem to catch my eye so I grab a blue one. It is my favourite colour anyways.
Suddenly thirst hits me like a brick to the back of the head, I grab a Dasani water. I figured I could keep my selection simple instead of standing in front of dozens of flavors of brands for an hour trying to figure out what the heck I wanted.
I walk up to the cashier and sit my stuff down,I turn my body slightly so I can get the small wallet from my back pocket.I move my curly purple dyed hair from my face as I glance up at the cashier for him to tell me the amount.
He is tall and slender, slightly muscular with long blonde hair, he seems to be around 18 or 19 with some facial hair. Its is only when I reached his eyes that I gasped out in fright.
"$4.19," he says blinking a pair of deep magenta eyes at me.
I stagger backwards alittle my mouth open in shock. Strange thing is, as soon as I was able to blink, his eyes looked competely normal. The cashier beckons for my money and I hand a five dollar bill him.
I grab my stuff and run out of their with out even grabbing my change. As soon as I pass the corner onto my street I stop running.
My mind begins to race, thinking back to all the things that Mr. Wienstien had said. Why was he questioning me so much on that one small picture. Oh My god! I think, His eyes had changed intoa Magenta color as well.
*SMACK* *CRASH*
Suddenly I find myself flat on my butt with my notebook and water next to someones feet. I scatter to pick them up and continously apologize to the stranger I had just run straight into.
As I reach for my water which is closest to the perons feet, they kick it out of the way.
"YOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!" I scream as my hand is cruched under the wieght of this person standing above me. "Get Off, Get Off, Get Off!!!!!" I yell at them but the pressure only continues to build. I can feel the strain in my bones as a few begin to creak and a feww even break. Tears hit my eyes and my screaming is silenced by a strong and rough hand.
"You know to much, I don't know how you do, but now you must pay for it!!!" Comes a low, deep, and demonic growl.
My Head is forced up and ass the tears fall from my eyes I see that ever following and haunted Magenta Eyes glowing down at me.
My insides twist with the inability to scream. Why can't someone hear me? What is going on? Please! God! Don't let me die!
I feel my body rise and even with his hand missing frommy mouth It is impossible for me to have even a murmur escape from my mouth.

In the middle of the air, the only thing to emanates from my mouth is a small but constant stream of blood that also leaks from my nose. I try to look under my body at this "man" beneath the air. He is tall and extremelymuscular under his "condemned man" robes. He raises a powerful contorted hand towards me. I can feel his power seeping from his now invisible gaze and burning through my heart and throat. Such power he must hold to be able to hold me and suffocate me with his mind. I can feel my bones growing cold and my limbs begin to tingle from the loss of blood, blood which now drenches my clothes and seeps into the cracks of the ground beneath me. In my mind I scream out, "HELP ME!!!!" but even my thoughts are weak. I begin to give up welcoming death into my body. I begin to breath deep the last gasp of life. When I am suddenly dropped from my invisible pedastel. With my gaze open and my body too fragile to move, I see the hooded figure, once so powerful, convulse and spray blood into the atmosphere before dropping to the ground and out of my view. I feel weak but yet have new found courage to stay alive. I keep myself conscious long enough to hear the swish of a heavy coat and the sound of tightening leather pants someone crouches to my side. Before I can even feel a touch I faint away from reality as the pain from my neck is too much to bare. It was only then I had the flickering smell of death envelope around me.